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We spent time today with an amazing friend and her 3 adorable kids. I will say that this friend is magical . . . after getting home from the playdate. O slept, get this, threefreakinhours! Thank you o magic friend! O wore herself out at their expense, seemed like Disneyland to her I am sure. Wait, she doesn't know about that place yet. Anywho - she touched and may or may not have sucked/chewed/kissed a number of their toys. All in the name of love of course, lover of toys. Above, my dear one was amusing herself in the sandbox. She loved it.

I love gluten free Rice Chex. I also love mid-west accents - specially those from Minesooooaaaata. They make me giggle.

I don't so much love our neighbor right now. Nope, not the one with the barking dog, the other one. Been drinking since 2pm today. It's now 9:15. His entourage has accumulated more testosterone since then as well. O and I were out front playing until their conversation, which could be heard far down the street, turned to some "woman" who just had a b--b job and was u-know-whatting every man she could find, A few f-bombs and woman hater comments. . . Ya, just not my kind of crowd. So sad really. O and I moved to the backyard where the voices were faint and she swept for me after I pulled weeds.

Pulling weeds. I love the feeling of pulling them out by the root. Such an accomplishment really. Some of those suckers are deep and strong. I could totally insert a metaphor here, as this is soooo pertinent to my life right now. But I'll spare us all.

Mmmmm. dinner was grand tonight. Even if I did eat it by myself ( I really do love alone time, would have loved it a bit more had I had a glass of vino with it!). That is, until I had only the crust left and a few bites of salad. Then I heard it. That once adorable sound, not words yet. A sound like a baby bird calling somewhat angrily "momma bird, why are you not here right away to lift me out of my crib?". As if baby birds are in cribs to begin with. You get the picture. She cracks me up really. By the time I get into her room, either she is sitting down with the cutest bedhead ever, playing with her stuffed animals - or her cheeks are red from the workout she gets while jumping up and down in said crib. I love her. I shared the last few bites of dinner with her and it was amazing. She is amazing. God is amazing.

The original post to this wonderful new recipe for us is found not here, not here either, but here. I chuckle at simple comedy.

Potato Pizza. The original recipe said any tater would do, I thought of french fries immediately. I have always had such a deep affection for them. I used regular baking potatoes this time. And, this homegirl homefried them up with some good old fashioned real butter.

Follow to the end for the actual recipe. Patience is a virtue.

So, I use the Chebe gf pizza dough. It rocks and rolls!


 I peeled and boiled the potatoes and then homefried them.

 I roasted a whole thingy of garlic. This was my third time and boyoboy was it a charm! The other two times, not so much. I like doing that because it deflates the strength of the garlic a bit. Easier to digest for us. I mixed it with the olive oil and lathered it upon the dough.


 I had some fire-roasted veggies left over so I sauteed them up quickly too for DH to put atop the pizza if he so desired latahhhh when he eats. Trader Joe's has yummie frozen veggies.





I cannot tell a lie (right here, right now). I made a "just-in-case" pizza. Yes, one piece in the pic is ever so slightly smaller than the others. It simply had to be taste tested. It was wonderful. Dinner tomorrow.

TADAAAAAA!

This seal of approval says it all. You simply must try this. Thanks M.R.! Check out those front two chompers!

1 pizza crust-homemade or purchased 

olive oil

minced garlic

boiled red potatoes-I guess any tater would do

shredded 4 cheese blend

fresh rosemary, minced

Roll out pizza crust, brush with EVOO and garlic.

Bake at 350 for 8ish minutes.

Add sliced potatoes, sprinkle with cheese and chopped rosemary sprigs.

Bake another 5 mins or so.